Oliver nodded, his heart beating faster. "I'm ready, master." He repliedThe wind began to blow, a natural response to their supernatural abilities, carrying with it a sense of excitement and tension.Oliver attacked first, his movements slow but filled with intention. He leaped up and attacked Uriel. Boom! Boom! Boom!' He threw powerful punches directly at Uriel, but what happened shocked him. Immediately his fist connected with Uriel, a great unknown force hit Oliver hard. He stumbled and fell. Uriel, who effortlessly dodged the attack, a smile playing on his lips."Is that all you have, Oliver?" Uriel taunted. Oliver got up from the floor staring at Uriel, he closed his eyes and sent a large amount of energy through his whole body, his eyes began to glow as he sent the large amount of energy. "Bring it on son, show your master what you've got." Uriel yelledWhim!" Oliver didn't say a word, rather he moved like a phantom and appeared in front of Uriel immediately. Without wasting
"Your mother?" Uriel was shocked. "What happened to her?" He askedOliver sighed and said, "She's been diagnosed with a disease called the ALS or Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, it's slowly going to weaken her brain and kill her, please heal her." He saidUriel looked at Oliver, his eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. "I was not meant to be involved in these matters," he said, his voice soft but firm, "but I'll help you as a disciple. You can find your own ways to heal her and I'll also list some materials that, when you gather them, can be used to heal her magically."Oliver's eyes widened, and a look of stunned gratitude spread across his face. "I'll be glad, Master. Please name them."Uriel closed his eyes as if tapping into some hidden knowledge and then began to speak. "You will need the Essence of Moonlit Dew, harvested only on the night of a full moon; the Root of the Eternal Tree, which grows deep within the Forest of Shadows; the Feather of a Phoenix, obtained from
Uriel shook his head and looked into Oliver's eyes, his expression soft yet firm. "I can't help you with that, Oliver. You haven't been serious about finding the murderer, and that is why you aren't finding him. Make up your mind, commit yourself fully to this task, and arrange things methodically."He paused, allowing his words to sink in, then continued."Investigate the past, talk to those who knew your father, explore places he frequented. Use your intuition, trust in your abilities, and the answers will come to you."Oliver listened intently, absorbing Uriel's wisdom. The realisation that the answer lay within himself and his own resolve filled him with a renewed hope."I'll do so, Master. Thank you so much for everything," Oliver said. Uriel then tapped Oliver's shoulder, and instantly, he felt a rush of power enter into his body, making him feel stronger. He was stunned noticing wh
An hour later, Oliver and Vespera arrived in front of a grand house, an imposing structure with Victorian architecture. Its ornate facade boasted intricate designs, the windows framed with dark wooden trims.They parked the car in front and got down, their eyes locking onto two guards who stood in a serious posture at the front gate. "Hey, who are you two? What do you want?" One of the guards questioned, sizing them up with a scrutinizing gaze.Vespera stepped forward, cleared her throat, and spoke with authority. "Hello, we're here to see your master. Please allow us in.""Our master?" The guard frowned, shaking his head. "He's not around, and he didn't tell us he was expecting anyone. So please, leave."Vespera's eyes narrowed, frustration building. "What do you mean by 'leave'? Do you know the effort we used to get here?"The guard took a menacing step toward Vespera. "Hey, girl, if you don't want problems, just leave or face the consequences."In a quick move, Vespera tripped the
"Huh?" Oliver was floored. The idea that Maria, whom he had met and even saved a long time ago, was the daughter of the man he had travelled to New York to see was beyond surprising. He turned to Maria and inquired, "Where's your dad?".Maria frowned, clearly agitated. "My dad? What about him? You barge into my room and now you're asking about my dad?"Oliver's patience was wearing thin. "Maria, cut the long talk. Where is your dad?"Maria's frown deepened. "What business do you have with my dad? Who let you people in?"Oliver's face tensed, his voice laced with irritation. "I'm only talking to you because I know you. Don't push me too far."Maria, also angered, put down her bag. "I'm still speaking to you only because you saved me before. Leave my room before I call my men."Vespera interjected, "Master, let me deal with her. I can get her under control."Oliver shook his head. "I'll handle this." He advanced a few steps. "For the last time, Maria, where's your dad?"Puff!"In a swi
"Open the door yourself; I'm waiting for you," Oliver retorted. The men outside began pounding on the door, each strike louder than the last, but to no avail. The door stood firm. Inside, Oliver smiled and remarked, "If you can't even break down the door, what makes you think you can defeat me?"From behind the door, one of the men shouted, "This is a door made of strong wood! How dare you lock it? Break it with a kick let's see.``Frowning, Oliver approached the door. He reared back his leg and unleashed a powerful kick. With a resounding "Boom!" the door shattered into pieces, the force of the impact hurling some of the men backwards, leaving them injured and screaming. Some of the men had fallen, leaving only seven standing defiantly before Oliver. With a slight smile, Oliver turned and walked back into the room, which further incensed the remaining men. They glanced inside and saw Maria lying on the bed."What have you done to the young madam?" one of them shouted, charging at
"Sorry but this isn't Maria, this is someone else." A voice came through. "This isn't Maria, then who is this?" Maria's dad asked, his face twisted into a frown."Well, who did you want dead? Because that's who I am," Oliver's voice came through the phone.Maria's dad's frown deepened. "What nonsense are you talking about? How did you get hold of my daughter's phone?"Oliver chuckled. "Your daughter has been kidnapped here in New York, and you're in Canada doing what? Looking for an assassin?"Maria's dad jumped to his feet, panic washing over him. "What? Who are you, and how dare you kidnap my daughter? Is this a prank?" he yelled."Hey!" Oliver shouted back. "Keep yelling, and I'll just leave her bleeding until she dies."Maria's dad instantly calmed down, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Can I see my daughter's face?" he asked softly."Now you know how to speak calmly, but you were acting like a pig lost in the woods. Turn on your face cam; let me show you," Oliver retorte
Meanwhile, Vespera drove to an isolated location that seemed to be a hideout tucked away in the mountains. The area was shrouded in mist, and the rugged terrain made it inaccessible for most. Dense trees added an additional layer of secrecy, making it an ideal hideaway."Where is this place? Why are we here?" Oliver asked as he got out of the car and surveyed the surroundings."Master, this is my hideout. No one will find Maria here until everything is settled," Vespera replied.Given her line of work as an assassin, having a secret place like this was essential. It allowed her to escape from police tracking and lay low between jobs."Alright, I understand. So what's the next step?" Oliver inquired.Vespera opened the back seat, gently lifted Maria out of the car, and said, "Follow me, Master." She led him toward a cave entrance.Oliver followed her into the cave. Inside, the atmosphere was markedly different; it was cool and damp, the walls covered with a layer of moisture. Sparse li